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Anything For An Interview Suit
William's Crazy Trip
by Ann Michelle
Copyright 2019. All rights reserved. For mature audiences only. All
characters are above the legal age. Don't read this story if you are
under the legal age or anything you see herein is illegal where you
live. Don't try any of this at home.
Introduction by Ann
--o--
Hi Everybody,
So many of you wanted a sequel to my story over at Amazon "Anything For
An 'A'", so here it is! (This is a stand-alone story, so you don't need
to know the original story.)
William's story continues... After his very rough but ultimately
successful night of trying to convince his professor, the lovely
Professor Natalya Ivanova, to give him a passing grade, William thought
life was finally headed in the right direction. But then his job offer
fell through. Fortunately, he was able to get another interview out on
the other coast. His roommate Sandy even knew someone who could pick
him up from the airport and let him stay with her until the interview.
What could possibly go wrong?! Well, William is about to find out.
I hope you enjoy William's crazy journey! As always, please let me know
your thoughts!
With love,
Ann :)
P.S. Thanks again to my great team of readers/editors!
Chapter One: "A Ride From The Airport"
--o--
William stepped off the plane.
"Welcome to the other coast," he said pensively beneath his breath.
He started up the jet way to the gate. The airport seemed nice, but he
wasn't focused on that. He was thinking about the interview. After
getting Professor Ivanova to give him an "A", he was guaranteed to
graduate on time. With a job offer already in hand, he thought he was
set. Then the company folded overnight and his future vanished.
Fortunately, the Professor had an old friend who needed an engineer like
William. The company was halfway across the country, but it was a good
job. She got him the interview. The rest was up to him now.
"You can do this," he told himself.
He actually wasn't so sure.
William followed the crowd down the concourse toward the baggage claim.
The concourse seemed to go on and on forever until they finally reached
an escalator, which took them down several floors, judging by its
length. At the bottom, William saw the luggage carousels to his left
and a row of taxis out the door ahead. He wouldn't need a taxi,
however. When his roommate Sandy found out that he was flying out here
for an interview, she called a friend who lived nearby and got her to
agree to let him stay with her. She would be picking him up from the
airport too. That made this all so much easier.
"It's always good to have friends," thought William.
A buzzer went off and the luggage carousel started. William watched
hundreds of nearly identical pieces of luggage come rolling past. Like
most of the others, his suitcase was dark blue. Unlike the others,
however, he'd had the foresight to put a sticker on his so he could
identify it. The sticker was a Mickey Mouse he had found in the campus
bookstore.
"There it is," he said, seeing a dark blue bag with a Mickey Mouse
sticker on it.
William grabbed the bag and started toward the door. A moment later, he
was outside in the smell of jet fuel and car pollution. Airports always
had that smell no matter how large or small they were.
"So where is this girl?" he asked himself.
No sooner had he asked than a cute little hot-pink VW Bug pulled up in
front of him. The car was very girly, with white seats, eyelashes over
the headlights, and flower rims on the tires. The white convertible top
was down.
"You William?" asked the young woman at the wheel.
"Are you Mandi?"
"With an 'i'," she said.
"Yep."
"Get in."
William heard the trunk pop and he saw it open slightly. He went around
the car and deposited his suitcase in the trunk. Then he closed the
trunk and got into the passenger seat. He buckled his belt and the girl
put her foot on the gas. The Bug roared off.
"Thanks for picking me up," said William.
"Anything for a friend of Sandy," said Mandi.
William glanced at the young woman out of the corner of his eye. She
was pretty with long brunette hair, an aquiline nose, and soft brown
eyes. Her skin was beautifully tanned. Like her friend Sandy, her
style was rather Bohemian; she wore a maxi-dress with long vertical
brown, white and red stripes, all outlined in black. On her feet were
brown leather clogs with high heels and brass rivets. Her nails were
filed square and painted white.
A chill ran down William's spine at the sight of the clogs. Sandy had
made him wear an identical pair this morning - the continuing
consequences of her having caught him in her clothes. The thought that
he had worn similar shoes to those this pretty young woman now wore made
him feel funny and strange. Thankfully, Sandy wasn't here to comment on
them, as she no doubt would have.
"She would find that too funny to resist," thought William unhappily.
Mandi turned off the airport road and into normal town traffic. The
streets were busy, but not as bad as William had expected, not that the
traffic was on his mind at the moment. He was still thinking about the
interview.
"So you're Sandy's roommate?" asked Mandi.
"Yeah."
She smiled curiously and glanced at William. "Do you like living with
her?" There was something in her voice which caught William's
attention. It was like she was fighting not to giggle.
"Yeah, sure."
Mandi nodded her head. She seemed to be struggling not to smile now.
Her face was blushing slightly. This was making William self-conscious.
"What?" asked William finally.
"Sandy said, uh... well."
"What?"
"That you wear her clothes." There came the giggle.
William's heart stopped. His face turned white as a sheet. "She told
you that?!" he gasped.
"She may have mentioned something about it," said Mandi casually.
"I-- never-- but-- it's not like that!" he protested incoherently.
"Not like what?"
"I don't 'wear' her clothes!" he exclaimed.
"She said you do."
"Well, not by choice."
Mandi giggled. "But you do wear her clothes."
William squirmed in his seat. His body burned with shame. "I mean, she
makes me sometimes, I guess."
"'Makes' you?" said Mandi with a doubtful laugh. "How does she 'make'
you?"
"She tells me to do it."
"And you just do it? That doesn't sound like 'make' to me. That sounds
like 'want' to me."
"I do not want to wear her clothes!" blurted out William defensively.
"The problem is she could tell people about it and I can't have that
either, so I don't have any choice. I have to do what she says so she
won't tell people... which apparently she's doing anyways."
Mandi laughed. "It's all right. She tells me everything. We have no
secrets."
"That doesn't make me any happier."
Mandi shrugged her shoulders.
"But if you don't have any secrets, then you know that she's making me
wear her clothes. It's not my idea. She just shows up with something
like a dress or something and she tells me to put it on," said William.
"And you do it like a good girl."
William shuddered at being called a girl. "Something like that," he
said sourly.
Mandi pushed the pedal to the floor with her clog to get through a
yellow light. When they were on the other side, she slowed again.
"What happens after you're dressed?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, then what? What happens after she 'makes' you put on her
clothes?"
William shrugged his shoulders. "Nothing, really."
"Wait a minute," said Mandi incredulously. "You're telling me she just
comes to you and tells you, 'put this on' and hands you a dress and some
heels and whatever else and then you do it and she just walks off?" She
shook her head. "No, that doesn't make any sense."
William sank as deeply in the seat as he could. "I don't want to talk
about it."
"I do. This is really weird. I want to know more." Her voice was
bubbly and excited.
"Well, there isn't more to tell."
"Oh yes, there is. What does she make you do?" asked Mandi.
"Nothing," said William bitterly. "Like I told you: nothing."
"I don't believe you."
Mandi turned down a smaller street and quickly ended up in a residential
neighborhood which contained a mix of old, single-family homes and small
apartment buildings. The area was awash in trees.
"That doesn't make any sense," said Mandi as the little pink Bug dashed
between parked cars, pot holes and oncoming vehicles; William was
getting nervous with the speed she was driving. "She must make you do
something if she's making you wear her clothes. Otherwise, what's the
point? Unless you're lying and you wear them because you want to."
"She makes me wear them. It's not my idea!"
"Then what does she make you do?" demanded Mandi.
"Nothing!"
"Does she make you dance for her or something?" She pulled one hand
from the steering wheel and shook it near her crotch like she was
throwing dice, indicating that the kind of dancing she meant involved a
certain sexual act.
William furrowed his brow. "No!" he exclaimed in deep embarrassment.
"That hit a nerve. That must be it."
"It's not! I do not jerk off for her entertainment! All I do is bring
her drinks and clean up and stuff like that. That's it."
Mandi let out a big laugh. "So you're her maid! Her sissy maid! Oh,
that's awesome! This I need to see."
"Forget it. Not ever!"
William was completely flustered. How had this young woman he didn't
even know managed to delve so deeply into his darkest secret? She
seemed very good at getting under his skin. But, of course, she had
inside information from Sandy to help her. Fortunately, she didn't seem
to know everything. She didn't know that William had cross-dressed in
Sandy's clothes from time to time even before he was caught trying to
sneak out to see Professor Ivanova that night; that was still secret.
His cross-dressing the night Sandy caught him had been at the
Professor's orders, and William decided that was all he would admit to
now.
"Listen," said William, determined to defend his masculinity. "I don't
know what Sandy told you, but none of this is what you're thinking. She
makes me wear her clothes. That's it. I don't do it because I want to.
She makes me. I'm not a sissy. I'm not a cross-dresser."
"Then how did she catch you in the first place?"
"What do you mean?"
"She caught you, right? That's your story. Well, being caught implies
that you were already doing it when she stumbled upon you. That means
you were wearing her clothes when she found you, which means she didn't
make you. Ergo, you're a cross-dresser."
"I am not," insisted William even as he marveled at her logic.
"Then why were you wearing her clothes?"
"It wasn't my idea. I had to convince a professor to change my grade.
She said she would do it if I, well, if I did some things for her. Part
of that involved dressing up like a woman and going to her house. Since
I'm not a cross-dresser, I didn't have any girl's clothes. That's when
I borrowed Sandy's clothes. That's also when she walked in and caught
me."
"Uh huh," said Mandi doubtfully.
"And everything since has been because Sandy blackmailed me."
"Uh huh."
Mandi slammed on the brakes slowing the car fast and tossing everything
in the car forward. Then she cranked the steering wheel to the right
and jerked the car into a small parking lot behind an apartment
building, where she took the spot next to the backdoor.
"That's a great story, but I'll still bet you're a cross-dresser."
"I am not."
Mandi shrugged her shoulders, grabbed her purse - a heavy brown leather
bag that struck William as the size of a duffle bag - and got out of the
car. William watched her move around the car. He heard her heavy
wooden clogs striking the pavement: THUNK! THUNK! THUNK! THUNK! He
got out of the car now as well and met her at the trunk. She had it
open already and was staring down at his suitcase. She began to giggle.
"What now?" asked William defensively.
"Not a cross-dresser, huh?"
"No. Why?"
Mandi pointed to the suitcase. "Minnie Mouse?"
"That's a sticker I bought to make my suitcase stand out from the other
bags, and it's Mickey Mouse," said William snidely.
"Is it? Then why is Mickey wearing a red dress with white polka dots
and yellow high heels?"
William's eyes shot to the suitcase. Sure enough, there was a Minnie
Mouse sticker on it, not a Mickey sticker. "That can't be!" he gasped.
He grabbed the latch on the suitcase and opened it. The suitcase popped
open. Inside were women's clothes. Suits, dresses and high heels.
He had the wrong suitcase.
... to be continued!
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